Page 16 of Unhinged Magic
Seriously?
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on wolf guy’s shoulder from behind, causing him to jerk. Simultaneously, the stranger’s hands released from my hips, spreading in the air on either side of his head in surprise. He twisted, looking for whoever held his shoulder in a vise grip.
Behind him, Wesley’s glare was a shade of feral I hadn’t seen before. A callous shade of the darkest green I had ever seen, so dark it bordered black.
“We’re leaving,” he said, extending his arm, expecting me to follow.
I frowned. “No, wearen’t.” What did he think he was doing, ordering me around like this?
His feral glare flashed with both annoyance and alarm. “Yeah, we are.Morganneeds an out.”
Shit, I had forgotten about Morgan. What a crappy friend.
Wolf guy’s arm landed on Wesley’s shoulder this time. “Hey, she…” He stopped short when Wesley, albeit not as tall as him, moved himself between us, chest-to-chest, chin raised.
Wesley’s voice dipped low. “Leave.”
I couldn’t see Wesley’s face, but the stranger nodded once before promptly retreating into the crowd.
“What the hell was that?” I screeched over the music as a song with a hard baseline thumped against the walls, vibrating through the bar. I followed him as he moved across the dance floor, making his way toward Morgan.
Without warning, Wesley spun on his heel. “Morgan’s dancing with avampire. Don’t you think that might be something you need to watch out for instead of rubbing up against some wolf?”
I hated that he was right.
His nostrils flared as he spoke, clearly pissed off. “You can’t bring a human in here and expect them to just beokay.”
“I was just… I just needed to…” I didn’t want to admit how much of an effect he had on me.
“Needed to what?” he pushed, glaring at me.
Suddenly a group of guys behind me pushed against my back, causing me to fall into the hard wall that was Wesley’s chest. My hands instinctively planted against his front.
Quick breaths came from me as goosebumps coated my skin, my insides doing a victory dance at his proximity that I instantly hated it for. There was no space between us.
I looked down to where every muscle, every ripple was pushed hard against me thanks to the guys still behind me.
Weirdly, Wesley’s hands were still at his sides.
Thanks for breaking my fall.
“Needed to what?” he repeated, inspecting me closely.
“Forget,” I sighed, the word suffocated by the music, I hoped.
I was wrong.
Wesley stared at me as if trying to figure out the meaning behind my words, before a spark twisted his gaze. His head turned, looking toward the far wall at the back of the bar before lowering to speak into my ear.
My entire body shuddered at the graveled voice against my earlobe. “Hate to break it to you, Skip, but there’s no way in hell I’ll ever let you forget me.”
A long look passed between us. A potent enigma I couldn’t decipher nor tear myself away from. It sent butterflies soaring within me as if being set free from captivity, and it made me want so many things on so many levels. To hate him, to touch him, to throw up, even.
I wanted to kick myself for letting my guard down for a fraction of a second, where I was sure he’d entertained the thought of somethingmorehappening between us.
But I would not bow to his advances. Because anyone that used the mate bond flippantly had serious problems.
A moment later, he turned, and I followed as he headed straight for Morgan. When we reached her, he spoke to her over the loud music. She nodded, pulling away from the vampire. Wesley stalked past me with a quick glance, followed by a nod toward the back of the bar.
